While all the gears are adjusting to the clocks
While imperfect still, yet never better
–People just withered and died, isn’t that so tragic ?–
1715
garçon interstellaire
one poem for each day
While all the gears are adjusting to the clocks
While imperfect still, yet never better
–People just withered and died, isn’t that so tragic ?–
1715
garçon interstellaire